There is a ton of stuff (inspired a bit by this post) I am trying to wrap my head around that I can’t really teach myself or just need explained. I am having trouble understanding the second law of thermodynamics and specifically the concept of entropy. My eyes tend to blur over when I read about it but I want to know more.

So if someone knows the subject a little, I’d genuinely appreciate being taught or discussing it. [ryan holiday (at) gmail.com] I’ll pay in books and dvds and cds that I get sent. I think I have some first edition printings of Tucker’s book too.

And also, as some people have figured out, if you have questions, send them my way.

Others are learning from your mistakes. They watch you, and correct themselves where you fail. Should you, then, not be doing this as well? Standing back and objectively looking at where you work and where you don’t. Then, most of all, making the necessary adjustments.

One of my favorite feelings in the whole world is the day after an intense workout. I tried out this new ab workout a few weeks ago and I spent the following four days feeling like I’d been in a fight. Every month or so I do this sprint workout I learned a long time ago where you do a 40 then a 45 then a 50 then 55, 60, 65…all the way up to a 100 yards at a dead sprint (jogging back and 10-15 seconds of rest per). I did it twice, back to back. The next day I could barely get out of bed. Literally every part of my body ached, including for some reason, my arm pits.

I have a big shipment of books coming from Amazon and I am almost giddy to get to them. To see them in a week strewn about the floor–flagged and torn apart, stained with food and a dirty cover. To crack the spine like it was a person you hated, to conquer it, to absorb it and simultaneously refuel with it.

I like that better than I do the feeling of a lazy Sunday or sleeping in (although both are fantastic). Which only leads me to further believe, as Aristotle did, that happiness is the expression of excellence. And that more than anything, good spirits depend on creating a space in which you can do something that you like as best as you possibly can.

I have so much I want to write. So much to say. So much further to run. So much more to do. So much more to learn. But I suppose that if it didn’t happen, if something happened and made all that impossible, I could shrug it off. Because yesterday, I did everything I fucking could. I was at full capacity.